I can feel the warm front coming on as the night gets hotter, not cooler. It was one of those days to reflectively mop, so I did so, whilst sipping a cucumber lemon martini like some kind of 50s ghost. Now I'm waiting for my floor to dry so I can walk to my bedroom and go to bed early.
My foot's doing better--just a scar. Today, I acquired some candles and a fishing license, and a gang of guys harassing me in Walmart called me an "ice cold bitch" when I didn't respond to their unsolicited sexual comments about my body. Ice cold bitch. What a thing to be!
I was briefly tempted to get a plot at the community garden, since my friends gave me some lettuce and radishes from there, and they were pretty good. They seemed like they were having fun working there together. My garden doesn't have enough light to do proper vegetables, and it would be nice to have a new project to invest in. Still, I barely have time to keep the little batch of viola and hostas and herbs I call a garden looking good, I probably ought not to get delusions of crop grandeur.
So, I don't know. More than anything right now I want to crawl in bed and watch the Star Wars prequels and see Darth Maul fall to his death. My tired little heart wants what it wants.
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